Thank you for your support!!! I really appreciate the ask. I swear when I started this, it was just going to be funny potion-drunk Draco, but the plunny decided it was…something else? Huh. It turned out a little bit sadder than I meant. I hope you enjoy it anyway!
Can We Tell Secrets When the Secret is Already Out?
“Emily,” Harry sighed. “Did you manage to miss the sign on the door.”
“N-no, it’s just…um, we have a sort of…”
“A situation,” Emily squeaked.
Harry massaged his temples and officially giving up on his research for the day.
“Alright, lead the way.”
The hospital was actually pretty quiet, a sure sign of everything going to shit at any possible second. Emily was scurrying, and Harry was trying his best to keep a leisurely pace behind her, in a quick step he’d perfected over the past three years as an apprentice healer.
“He came in an hour ago. The diagnostics team still hasn’t determined what he’s taken, but he wouldn’t stop asking for you. Got very belligerent and then bit one of the nurses. We figured it was probably just easier to come get you, but —“
“It’s the right call, Emily, don’t worry. I’m sorry I snapped at you. Do you have his chart?”
She handed him the folio and he skimmed it quickly, finally landing on the patient’s name. He always read this last so that he remembered it when he reached the patient.
“You have got to be—“
“Yeah, we thought you might react that way,” Emily sighed, pulling back the curtain of the bed they had reached.
“You found him! Good job, pion. Nice to see someone in this place can do something right. Potter! You found me. Well done. That’s not easy,” Malfoy’s tone was thick and swimming in an unnatural lisp.
Harry narrowed his eyes, “Malfoy?”
“The one and only. Well…okay, not really, but the only one who…Wait, where’s that other one? The nurse with the ginger hair?”
“Malfoy, what did you take?” Harry asked carefully.
Malfoy was splayed across the bed, the regulation hospital gown not closed and barely covering him. He kept wriggling and writhing, and sitting up suddenly.
“I dunno, Mr Solve-All-the-Problems. You’ll have to figure it out,” Malfoy sneered.
“Listen, you need to just tell us, so we can—”
“Dunno, dunno, dun-nooo!” Malfoy sang, standing suddenly on the bed.
“Mr Malfoy! You need to lie back down!” Emily shouted.
“Emily, I’m sure you have a million other things to attend,” Harry said through gritted teeth. “Why don’t you leave this patient with me.”
Emily looked nervous but she did scurry off. Harry grabbed Malfoy by the arm and dragged him back down onto the bed.
“Oh, careful now Potter. I know you like it rough, but you’re at work,” Malfoy crooned, winking in a comically large gesture.
“What the fuck are you doing here? And what is wrong with you?” Harry hissed, still holding Malfoy’s arm.
“Hm, can’t I visit you at work,” Malfoy pouted leaning very close to Harry’s face.
“You bloody well know you can’t, you idiot,” Harry took a deep breath and forced himself to be a healer. “Okay, Mal-Draco. Can you tell me the last thing you remember eating or drinking?”
Malfoy scrunched up his nose, “Well. I left your flat this morning, and got a coffee at that ghastly little place up the road, and took a sandwich with me.”
Malfoy wriggled out of Harry’s grasp and tapped his chin.
“Only then, I got to work and had a glass of pumpkin juice that tasted quite…off. Probably should have thrown it out,” he mused.
“Okay, well, now you’re at Mungo’s and not…acting yourself. We are running some tests to see what it might be.”
Malfoy flung himself on the bed with an exasperated sigh and flung a dramatic arm over his eyes as Harry retreated.
Several hours later, of course, Harry’s patience had disappeared completely. They were no closer to figuring out what Malfoy had ingested, and in the meantime, he was getting increasingly frustrating to be around.
“Harry…psst, Harry,” Malfoy said for the fifteenth time. “Come sit by me.”
“Malfoy, no, we’re fine right where we are,” Harry said, a hand on his face.
Malfoy crossed his arms and pouted, and it did not help with the fact that Harry wanted to leap across the bed and smother Malfoy with his body. He was pretty sure he would have felt that way even if he and Malfoy hadn’t been sleeping together for six months. Exasperating, needy Malfoy was exactly how he’d ended up in that particular mess, and he was no less turned on by it now.
“Harry,” Malfoy said, his voice quiet and distant instead of the strange whining it had been for the past hour. Harry looked up. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Um,” Harry said. “I guess so?”
“You have to come here, though. It’s a secret. I have to say it quietly.”
Harry sighed again and stood up, moving toward the bed. Malfoy reached over and pulled his head down to be level with his. He whispered in Harry’s ear, and the air made his skin prickle and his breath snap in his lungs.
“I still like you,” he whispered. “You should stop sleeping with me and date me instead.”
“S-still,” Harry stammered, his hand unconsciously running through Malfoy’s hair as he nodded seriously.
“I’m scared, Harry,” he murmured. “I know who gave me the potion.”
“Who, Draco? You can tell me.”
“No, I can’t,” Draco whispered, leaning his forehead against Harry’s. “You’ll be mad at me.”
Harry sighed and pulled away long enough to settle down on the bed beside Draco, who now had tears running down his face. Harry wrapped an arm around him. It was a very bad idea, to be doing this in the hospital. But it was also midnight and quiet, and he was tired.
“Shh,” he soothed. “We’ll figure it out. You don’t have to tell me.”
When Emily came back around the corner carrying the report from the potions team, she found Healer Potter wrapped around Mr Malfoy, both of them asleep and looking content. She pulled the curtain closed; Malfoy had only taken a bad batch Veritaserum, and he’d be fine in the morning anyway.
She knew that Potter could do with some peaceful sleep.
Summary: You’re the newest Avenger. Realizing that Bucky plans
to spend Christmas alone, you enlist the help of Wanda, your best
friend, and Steve, Bucky’s best friend and your mentor. You’re
determined to make his Christmas amazing.
It was the morning of December 24th in upstate New York and the
inside of the Avengers base had been decked out from top to bottom in
ostentatious decorations. Sparkling trees decorated every level,
accompanied by garlands, dazzling banners and streamers, and bafflingly
intricate and expensive-looking wreaths.
The outside of the
base was covered in a thick, fluffy layer of snow; a beautiful winter
wonderland, indeed. By the time everyone had cleared out of the base for
Christmas, it was only you, Steve, Wanda, Vision, and Bucky who
Both you and Bucky were relatively recent additions
to the team; he’d gotten back from Wakanda a year ago, Hydra-free, and
you’d been recruited only shortly thereafter.
You didn’t like
to toot your own horn too much, but your power -being able to create
and control fire and heat- was pretty badass. However, just like fire
itself, your powers were temperamental and hard to control. As such, you
were assigned a mentor and weren’t put on active duty yet.
chose Steve for you, which had taken you by surprise. Surely someone
like Thor, Wanda, or Vision would have been a better choice? But it had
been decided you’d benefit from Cap’s patient guidance and that his
level-headed demeanor might even wear off on you a bit. To your
superiors’ credit, it had been working so far. You were more likely to
think before you acted now and your powers seemed to fight you less as
of late. Still, no missions yet.
You were flipping idly
through TV channels in the common room, steaming mug of tea clutched in your hand, when
Wanda plopped down next to you. The smile on her face was one you knew
well; it was full of the promise for fun.
“I know that look,
Wanda. What’s going on?” you asked with curiosity, smirk dancing on your
lips as you looked at your best friend.
(A/N): Taking care of an eight-week-old puppy is pretty difficult, especially when he wants to be only with you. I don’t have time for anything and so, I’m happy I was able to ‘somehow’ finish this. It was supposed to be a chapter story like decades ago but I decided to do a short one-shot instead. Don’t expect part 2 or anything else. :)
Pairing: Loki x f!reader
Summary: Loki’s living in his brother’s shadow while Y/N in her sisters’. These two lost souls find each other in the Vanaheim’s garden.
GARDEN - LOKI Soft, girly giggles were coming from a hallway and were followed by many quick footsteps. Four young gorgeous princesses were trying to run in their heels down the hallway to the coronation hall where they were supposed to meet with their parents to welcome the Allfather. The King of Asgard brought with him his wife and their two sons with the intention to find brides for both of them. The four princesses couldn’t be happier. Their dream was to become the new queen of Asgard, but mostly they wanted to be by Thor’s side. He was tall, handsome, masculine and blonde. He was, like they used to say, dreamy, brave and very attractive – a dream prince. His brother, on the other hand, was the exact opposite.
“Hurry up, sister!” one of them turned around with a huge smile on her lips and looked at the fifth girl with a book in her hands. “You do not want to be late for the King and Queen’s arrival!” and she cheerfully giggled. Her long golden locks were flying around her, making her look even more innocent.
And You Said It Wasn’t Going To Work... (Steve Harrington prompt)
Request: Hello there, could you possibly do 55, 61, 70, 93, 127 and 8 (I know that’s quite a few but I just though they fit my idea best, sorry 🙂) from your prompt list with Steve Harington ? Maybe like the reader is trying to study or something and Steve keeps trying to distract or annoy her ?? Thank you ❤️
8) “do you ever hear the things that come out of your mouth? because you really should” 55) “I’m bored” “find something to do” “just did” “what is it?” “you” 61) “do me a favor” “yes?” “shut the hell up” 70) “stop touching me” “you weren’t complaining last night” 93) “I swear if you hit me with that pillow one more time” 127) “its rude to stare” “I’m not staring, I’m admiring”
(Y/N) sat on her bed trying to study for her math test. Key word, trying.
The only reason why she hasn’t accomplished actually studying is due to her boyfriend, Steve Harrington.
It was a simple thing Steve was trying to do and that was to distract and annoy (Y/N) as much as possible to the point where she gave up and focused on him.
Right now, Steve was just looking at (Y/N) and took in the little things. For instance, the way she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion or the way she chewed on her eraser slightly when she was trying to figure out the problem.
(Y/N), of course, could sense Steve staring at her. “Its rude to stare” She spoke, not looking up. “I’m not staring, I’m admiring” Steve corrected.
She looked up, “That was sweet, but I know what you’re trying to do and it is not going to work” She stated as a matter of fact.
“I’m not trying to do anything, I have no clue what you’re talking about” Steve argued. “You’re a bad liar” (Y/N) pointed out and went back to looking at her notes and problems.
A few minutes later, all that could be heard was Steve sighing out loud on purpose, which (Y/N) ignored up until now.
She threw her pencil down and looked at Steve, “Do me a favor” She stated more as a command than a question. “Yes?” Steve asked, hoping it would be a favor where he can get some blankets and they can cuddle. “Shut the hell up” (Y/N) answered, which caused Steve to groan.
(Y/N) rested her head in the palm of her hands while going over all the problems she was having trouble with. It was awfully quiet and (Y/N) thought it was strange.
She turned and looked to see Steve messing with his hair and mumbling to himself. “What are you doing?” She asked, which caused Steve to stop and look at her.
“I’m bored” He informed, as if he was saying ‘duh’. (Y/N) shrugged, “Find something to do”, Steve looked at her, “Just did”. “What is it?” She asked curiously, Steve smiled and smugly replied, “You”.
As soon as Steve said that, he scooted towards (Y/N) and wrapped his arms around her waist and he let his fingers trail up and down (Y/N)’s legs while kissing her on the cheek.
It was obvious that the girl liked and didn’t mind what he was doing but she restrained herself and pushed his hands off, “Sorry lover boy but no”.
Steve put his hands back on her and she pushed them off again, “Stop touching me” She demanded. Steve huffed, “You weren’t complaining last night”.
“Exactly, that was last night, not now” (Y/N) pointed out.
“You’re so mean” Steve pouted, (Y/N) snorted, “Do you ever hear the things that come out of your mouth? because you really should”. “You sound like a three year old” She added.
The comment made Steve grab one of the pillows and throw it at the girl. (Y/N) quickly snapped and looked at him and turned back around. The action made Steve realize that if he kept doing it, she would forget about studying and would be too busy with him.
He chucked the pillow at her again which caused her to groan, “I swear if you hit me with that pillow one more time” She threatened.
“You’ll do what? You won’t do anything” Steve taunted and threw another pillow at his girlfriend.
(Y/N) threw her stuff down, “That’s it” she spoke and tackled Steve and pushed him onto the bed. Steve quickly rolled over and was hovering over her, “You just don’t give up do you?” (Y/N) asked while looking up at the boy.
“Nope” Steve answered while popping the ‘p’. “Now, can you stop studying and just cuddle with me? If not, I’ll just keep buggin’ you” Steve added.
“Yes, I’ll cuddle with you now” (Y/N) agreed. Steve leaned down and kissed her but before he did he mumbled,“And you said it wasn’t going to work”, referring to earlier when (Y/N) said she him bugging her wasn’t going to work.
Description: Ethan has gone to the park to clear his head after a rough past 7 months because of a breakup. What he didn’t expect was for a stranger to sit next to him, quickly gain his trust and persuade him to open up to her and realize that it’s okay to move on.
Word Count: 1,765
Warnings: Mild language. Fluff? I guess?
A/N: I know it’s been a while since I posted something, but here I am, back at it again! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
A/N: So much fun writing Saileen! Hope you guys enjoy it! XOXO
“It’s the ring! The ring she’s wearing is cursed!” Sam shouts his words across the room, knowing Eileen can’t hear him. His legs are tensed, struggling with whatever this curse is that has him paralyzed on the floor, like his feet are stuck in cement. By the grace of some higher power, or more likely by sheer luck, his hands are free, and he waves them wildly until he catches Eileen’s attention.
“It’s her ring!” he says again, pointing to his own finger and then back at the woman.
Request: Could you do a Jensen x Reader where the Reader puts an ad for a new roommate. Jensen calls and the Reader accepts, but later regrets it because all they do is bicker and fight over mundane things so she tries to annoy him so he can move out?
Pairing: Jensen x reader
Word Count: 1,700ish
A/N: Life tip, don’t be an ass to your roommate if you ever have one. Talk stuff out like adults…
Bucky/Darcy 3. We’re both meant to be going on blind dates with other people but we sat down at the wrong table and got our hopes up
here you go, anon! Enjoy!
Prompt: Bad at Dating Themed, #3, “We’re both meant to be going on blind dates with other people but we sat down at the wrong table and got our hopes up”
Pairing: Bucky x Darcy
Notes: just a little bit of smack-talk about molecular gastronomy ;)
Culture, history, technology.
Bucky knew he’d have a lot to catch up on once he got out of cryo for good, but he didn’t expect to be so confused by something as simple as food. The menu in front of him was…confusing, to say the least.
Everything sounded like something he’d eat but then it was followed by something else that hardly sounded like food at all.
Salmon he understood, but what were “yuzu spheres”?
The pork belly sounded normal, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to know what exactly black truffle foam was.
All in all, he was extremely uncomfortable and not just because Steve and Nat had wrangled him out of his comfortable sweaters and jeans and into a stiff dress shirt and slacks.
Sam told him that it was time he tried socializing more.
He disagreed. Everyone he cared to talk to (and even some he didn’t) were already at the facility. When he told Steve this, he was given a Look.
Steve told Sam, Sam became “concerned”, and now he’d agreed to a blind date just to get everyone off his back.
Suddenly someone slid into the chair across from him in a blur of brown, wavy, hair and lips as red as her dress.
“Sorry sorry sorry!” she babbled, still turned away from him to drape her jacket over the back of her chair. “My Uber driver got lost if you can believe it, like GPS is a thing, dude, figure it out. Five stars my a – “ then two things happened at once that made his heart rate rocket.
The first was that she finally turned to look at him, freezing him in place with two huge blue eyes.
The second was that he got a look at her. She was gorgeous with her cheeks still pinked from the cold outside and her dark hair framing her face.
“Oh. Oh, wow. So I guess I owe Helen all of the margaritas for this.” She blinked back at him owlishly and bit her lip. “I didn’t realize that the James she was setting me up with was James Barnes.”
you said that the dark zodiac is based off of real people you know and characters. is it okay for me to ask the story behind them?
Aries is based on the deviant trope. An uncontrollable individual who lives a hedonistic lifestyle. They indulge themselves on toxic things, such as drugs, alcohol, smoking, etc. They are manipulative, and don’t care about other people’s feelings, especially if it gets in the way of things they desire. So Aries After Dark, I pictured as like that guy or girl at an edgy night club, who is dtf. Down to fuck and/or fight. This is based off of the negative traits of an Aries; dominate, stubborn, short tempered, unpredictable, selfish. I don’t know many aries in person, so it was hard to find inspiration for this based on real people, so I went with character tropes.
Taurus was a little more difficult, so it is loosely based off someone I know who is a Taurus that I don’t like. They’re lazy, and materialistic, and blame other people for their own faults and bad luck. So I combined that person with my character I made in Zodiac as Antagonists series, as a rich, self indulgent, greedy business man trope. I ended up with a character that has a princess/prince complex, that doesn’t really like to do anything, takes what they have for granted, and values materialistic and shallow things in life. Such as jewellery, expensive alcohol, money, etc. Taurus after dark is passive aggressive, sarcastic, and unambitious, and is too stubborn to change who they are, which is the crowning fault of this person I based this on.
Gemini is a complex one. Every bad ex I’ve dated has been a gemini. So in this I rolled them all in one. These people were two-faced, untrustworthy, inconsistent, high strung, fickle minded. As a lot of Gemini’s would testify, they do not like the stereotype that Gemini’s are crazy, or psycho/sociopaths, because their dual personalities and high anxious behavioural issues makes them hard to understand. Which is why I chose that quote “You’re a Psychopath” “I prefer creative”. It just illustrates the opinion of how others see Gemini, vs how they view themselves. So Gemini after dark as a character is a person who is indecisive, and fickle minded. They’re liars and backstabbers because they are incapable of keeping promises, and they know this, so they keep that part of themselves hidden upon first introductions. But they’re also confused by their own self. They don’t know what they want, they dont understand their own emotions. They’re not good with them.
Cancer, as I’ve mentioned, is heavily based off of who I was when I was a teenager and an early adult. So I’ll break down the imagery I’ve used to illustrate this. One thing that cancers are known for is sentimentality. They grow too attached to things. I’ve linked sentimentality with christian imagery, which also symbolizes my struggle with finding myself spiritually through religion. The crown of thorns and the crying Madonna symbolized martyrdom; I kept on sacrificing my own happiness, or rather giving it up. I consensually put myself in pain on purpose. I was drowning in my own pain and emotions, and to deal with that I over indulged myself in unhealthy habits. In the graphic I used smoking as an example, but for me it wasn’t smoking, it was food and drugs and sex. In terms of relationships, I fell in love too fast and too easily, and I would do anything for these people that I fell in love with, even if it meant carving my heart out for them. But as I grew up, and had to live through my share of Gemini’s (read above), I became more and more aromantic. Hence the Love is a lie image.
Leo is another personal one, because this one is talking about a very specific person in my life, who I won’t name, nor share my relation to them. Now I usually get along with leos; the people closest to me are leos. But this particular leo embodies all the negative traits of one. This person believes they are the protagonist of everyone’s story, and everyone else is an antagonist, or a supporting character. They surround themselves with “yes” people, to fuel the illusion that they’re always right and everyone else is wrong. This person does not swallow their pride, and has no intention to. Their pride is the most valuable thing they have, and the only thing that’s important to them. They’re vain, and materialistic. And their claws come out when someone threatens to take away their crown or bruises their pride, or takes something away from them. This person has no problem retaliating and ruining people’s lives. They would set the world on fire if they could. In short, this person is the real life Cersei Lannister.
Virgo I had a little fun with. I had this character idea of a conservative woman that people over look, but is actually a very dangerous person. So I played with the name Virgo, and used Christian symbolism, but I also balanced it with gothic, and witchy aesthetics, and created a story. Virgo’s appearance is very conservative. She’s very critical, and is never in a good mood. But she’s a mason jar that’s been over stuffed with evil that’s about to explode. She’s trying to control these ghosts that stir in her, but every once in a while, when something tries her patience, she acts out. She does not like to be messy, though, so she berates herself afterwards. Virgo after dark is probably one of the very few in this series that has a story behind it. I just visualized a woman in Salem, trying to hide her craft, and being the perfect image of christian puritan woman, but everyone knows there is something dark behind that white lace.
Libra is the reason why I started this series. The most common complaint I’ve seen is that people were growing tired of libra being depicted as light-hearted and soft. So, because of this, I focused on the traits superficial, self-indulgent, and manipulative. Libra’s were also said to be introverts, so I came with the idea of a lone-wolf type. So this aesthetic is inspired by my interpretation of Druella Rosier, Bellatrix Lestrange’s mother. I’ve role played her before, so I was able to draw imagery into this that would relate to her. So Druella, or rather Libra, is a born-rich woman, who is smarter, wiser, and more cunning than people take her for. She doesnt want to live on the name of her father, but make her own name for herself. All her successes are her own. She’s a boss bitch. She gets shit things done alone, and doesn’t need help from others. Libra would destroy your life from the inside out, and it would be right under your nose.
Scorpio’s are my baes. I’ve never met a scorpio that I didn’t like. With that being said, Scorpio’s in a negative light are frightening. They’re very passionate, but because of that they can get obsessive, possessive, jealous, controlling, resentful, suspicious, and dominating. Other people cannot touch what is theirs. What’s worst, is that Scorpio’s are exceptionally mysterious when it comes to emotions and what they’re feeling, so you never really know what they’re thinking or feeling. Scorpio is really based off of every character I’ve ever fallen in love with but would be extremely bad for me. Scorpio after dark is the bad boy that isn’t good for you, and you should not want to be with, and will never change no matter how hard you try. They’ve really sexual, as well, which keys in with the possessive and dominant traits. We’re talking about a Christian Grey type character. But a well written version. Just to make an emphasis of how dangerous this type of person is; most serial killers are born in November, including Charles Manson.
Sagittarius was a bit hard, because the only one that I knew in my life that I didn’t like, did not embody any of the traits of a sagittarius at all, not even the good ones. They were just one blah of a person. But the other ones that I knew, I knew as very adventurous people. They weren’t in the same place for long. So I started to think of any negative traits they had, and that was carelessness and tactlessness. So I constructed a criminal, “dare devil”, type of character that lives outside the law and does what they please. They don’t care about getting hurt, and if something bad happens they just call it part of the journey. The carelessness comes with them not thinking things through, how that this person doesn’t consider how their actions and words could harm other people. They’re knowingly breaking laws and rules, but with their overconfidence, they believe they wont get caught.
Capricorns I’ve always seen as the masculine version of virgo, which already comes with implications. So I based Capricorn after a character who is a capricorn, and that’s Tom Riddle/Voldemort. Capricorn after dark is a malicious figure of power that resides behind the curtains. He is Oz, if Oz was a fascist or the leader of the illuminati. We’re talking about an individual that is dangerous on a global scale. He is both death and the devil, but sees himself as a god. Every chaotic event that’s ever took place in history has been carefully planned and executed by this person, and you have no idea. He is not sentimental, he is not empathetic, he gives zero fucks about anyone. His scale of morality doesn’t exist, he just wants control and power to the highest degree. The kick of it, he doesn’t have to be one person.
Aquarius is the most unique Zodiac. It’s an air sign that’s symbolized by water, for some reason. They’re the dreamers, but I call them airheads. Not because they’re stupid, but because they have thoughts of grander. So for my Aquarius, I brought back from my old series, Zodiac Signs as Protagonists, and put it in the negative. If there was any generation to relate Aquarius to, it would be millennials, because we were born and raised during the rise of the age of Aquarius. So really, this is based off of the negative aspects of my generation. Delusions of grander. Regretting nothing. Unwillingness to conform. Shooting for the stars, and landing in the sun. Aquarius after dark is a person that is a pariah of progressiveness, but they wear that with pride. They believe their views are the correct ones, their way of life is the best way, that everyone else are the insane ones, but at the same time question the vitality of those that begin to sway to their way of thinking. They do not conform, they do not want normalcy of a modern society. Often times they don’t have a job because they don’t want to contribute to capitalism (or rather that’s their excuse), and they are more likely to participate in riots and protests. They believe they are changing the world for the better, one brick at a cop car at a time, but they end up hurting the cause they’re trying to support.
Pisces was pretty simple. This is also another one based off of me. My moon is pisces, so I found this one easy to portray. Pisces and Aquarius are very different. While Aquarius is “woke”, Pisces is living in a willful delusion. They float through life with their eyes closed and disassociate from reality, and make no move to change, even if they live in a constant state of misery. I used drug imagery, because psychological drugs, or downers, allow you to escape from reality and your problems, and bring you into a surrealistic world where real world issues don’t exist. That’s why it’s so easy for someone to become addicted to drugs, because it’s a temporary solution to escape reality, rather than the permanent solution which would be death. Religion has also been used to ignore facts and things you do not want to accept. For example, the idea of heaven was created because people did not want to cope with the fact that one day they will be dead and none of it would have mattered.
ENTERTAINEMENT WEEKLY FULL TEXT: Kylo Ren vs. Rey: In The Last Jedi, the danger is becoming allies instead of enemies
He hates her. This girl. This garbage picker. This amateur who somehow drew his family lightsaber to her hand, overpowering his own bond with the Force.
And yet, Adam Driver says Kylo Ren can’t help but harbor an admiration for Daisy Ridley’s Rey in The Last Jedi.
“He has been aware of this ability in himself from such a young age, and I don’t think there’s a lot of people around him who are on the same level,” the actor says. “I think that there is something familiar there, as well as something to be feared, or something … that he can’t quite place.”
This burns at him, too. He craves respect, so he has none to spare. It just wells up in him as more corrosive envy.
Rey is unburdened by these distractions. She doesn’t think anything about him at all.
The dynamic between them, the dark and the light, pushing and pulling at each other, is the heart of the Dec. 15 film, and although they are on opposite sides, their fates are still interlocked. That’s why writer-director Rian Johnson paired them on the first of EW’s four covers devoted to the movie.
Rey doesn’t have his will to power over others. All she wants is to understand this ability that appeared within her – and to use it to help others. “She doesn’t really know what she wants,” Ridley tells EW. “She really is trying to do the right thing and morally, her compass is really pointing north.”
But that she could still be led astray.
“The Resistance is really not that much to her,” the actress says. “I mean, she’s been left her whole life, and very quickly is eager to sort of help other people, which is wonderful. She wants to be part of something. I mean, everyone wants to be part of something.”
But when Luke Skywalker displays fear toward her, and rejects her rather than embracing her as a student, Rey feels cast out. After all, Luke banished himself rather than help the Resistance, and has now decided that the order he devoted his life to must end. The Last Jedi will find her adrift.
That’s where Kylo Ren once found himself, too.
The Darkening Son
Both of these main characters know what it’s like to feel abandoned.
Driver says Kylo began turning against his mother and father, Leia Organa and Han Solo, because he felt they cared more about the Rebellion and rebuilding after the fall of the Empire than they cared about him. That created a bitterness that ultimately consumed him.
“I think the idea of someone whose parents are very much devoted to the cause, that’s something a lot of people could relate to, whether it be religion or politics or a business,” Driver says. “Not identifying with [that cause] yourself, I think can give someone a complex.”
Selfish? Sure, a little. Maybe more than a little. But it’s also understandable, even in our world. Ironically, Kylo Ren just rebelled against an actual Rebellion.
“Looking around and not seeing yourself and not identifying with what’s around you, I think, affects how we behave,” Driver says.
After the events of The Force Awakens, and his choice to end one of the most beloved figures in George Lucas’ universe, Kylo is still trying to figure out if he did was the right thing – if only for himself.
“From his perspective, what he’s done is hopeful,” Driver says. “If anything he has justice. I think he’s surprised by how he would feel after Han Solo. He’s hoping for hope. He’s hoping for clarity.”
Is redemption possible?
“There’s a big part of the story yet to be written and not by me,” says Johnson, who will hand the trilogy back to The Force Awakens filmmaker J.J. Abrams for 2019’s Episode IX. “But I don’t think it’s very interesting if the whole story is just ‘Will Kylo get his comeuppance?’ He’s a more complicated character than that and I think he deserves a more complicated story than that. I don’t see the point of trying to get behind his mask and learn more about him if all we’re going to learn is ‘Yeah, he’s just an evil bad guy that needs to be killed.’”
Two Unstoppable Forces
When Rey feels rejected by Luke Skywalker, who also sees parallels between the power in her and the abilities of his estranged nephew, the old Jedi master inadvertently pushes the two toward each other.
“This is very much about Rey trying to figure out how she fits into all this, much like any of us as we’re growing up, as we’re transitioning from childhood into adulthood,” Johnson says. “You’re going meet people who you think are going help who don’t. And help is also going come from unexpected places.”
That unexpected place is Kylo Ren, and the situation she finds herself in – alone, unappreciated, is similar to where Ben Solo found himself when broke from his Uncle Luke and followed the Knights of Ren down a darker path.
Supreme Leader Snoke, the enigmatic ruler of the First Order, detected the power in him and saw someone who could be swayed. But the young man’s shaky resolve means he could also be swayed back.
“Anybody that’s committed to anything, at a certain point in their life … you kind of constantly question why you got into it in the first place,” Driver says.
Rey and Kylo Ren are reaching toward each other in combat, but each one could also end up pulling the other to his or her side.
THIS MIGHT BE A REACH BUT I THINK I’M ONTO SOMETHING HERE.
OKAY OKAY SO LISTEN There’s a lot of discorse about the new season and that’s understandable BUT I want you guys to look at something with me for a second.
I wanna talk about Keith and Lance. We all know Keith’s going through a lot, the blade of marmora is convincing him his own life matters less than the mission, that if he died it would just be for the greater good of the cause. So he’s pulling away, trying to make it so that Voltron doesn’t need him so that he could be… disposable.
So Keith talks to Shiro and tries to get him to go back to being the black paladin. And *cough cough* fake *cough* Shiro tells him to buckle the heck up and stop whining and just be the black paladin. He doesn’t see, in that moment just what Keith is trying to do. So he gets mad.
This is a face of pure dissapointment in Shiro. And Keith sees it. He really sees it, and feels it too. But he doesnt know what to do about it.
He’s the lone wolf, right? He doesn’t know how to function in a team properly. In the B.O.M he’s much more independant. Yes, he gets orders and people he goes on with missions but if you really watch most of those missions involve very little teamwork.
So Keith is pulling away, but at the same time he’s getting the rejection from everyone in the team that’s pushing him away. When he shows up late in the begining of episode one Hunk, Pidge and Lance are super pissed at him, right?
No, go back and look at Lance. He’s not angry. He’s worried.
Yeah, he says “Are you even taking this seriously?” But think about it. Keith is someone who throws himself into missions. He takes everything he does seriously and he puts a 100% of himself into what he does. He doesn’t half ass things, and it pays off. He gets results.
Lance is used to seeing Keith do well. At the Garrison he was top of the class, when he was still with Voltron he usually spent his free time training. And now, all of a sudden he’s late to missions, falling behind while he’s the leader.
Not only that but remember this scene?
Again,everyone looks super pissed right? No look at Lance.
And remember the dialogue?
Allura:You keep saying you’re sorry but your actions say otherwise. Do you realise that your actions put the entire team in jeoprady? Lance: And not Just the team but the refugees too.
and again, look at his face as he says it.
He’s not angry. He’s confused there. Think about it. What did Keith tell Pidge when she tried to leave? That other people’s lives were at stake if she left. Keith cares about the people he’s out there protecting. Lance understands that this is not how Keith normally is.
We know that they got closer in season 3 with Lance opening up to Keith and all and you might even call them friends. Sure he’s not as close as (the real) Shiro is to Keith, but he’s close enough to see Keith isn’t himself.
But what if… what if Keith did open up.
I get that this might be somewhat of a reach BUT if you watch Keith’s vlog, it’s very likely he wasn’t alone when he filmed it (he looks like he’s talking to someone off camera. but also tells them to get them out of there. Not only that but the camera turns off and from how emotional he got and the way he was walking its unlikely he turned it off and if you watch Allura’s vlog, she definitely gets closer to turn it off). Now my first thought would be that seeming it’s tech related it would be likely that Pidge would be with him.
But it doesn’t seem like something that Pidge would be into. Sitting and making vlogs with the paladins. Not her style.
Okay so maybe Coran? He was the first to upload a vlog, and the camera might be some castle gear? Sounds reasonable enough. But why only be there for Keith’s vlog? Allura was definitely alone during her’s. Also, I dont see them having the kind of bond where Keith would say any of that to Coran. No offense Space unc, we love you.
OKAY so not Coran or Pidge… so maybe Allura?
No, the bond isn’t strong enough. As someone who is pretty similar to Keith in defense mechanisms, I don’t see him trusting her to a point where he’s this open with her especially after what happened the last time he opened up about his Galra identity.
(We all know where I’m going with this, but for argument’s sake; I will keep going. Feel free to skip ahead.)
Okay so Hunk maybe? He has the tech know-how and stood up for Keith during the whole Galra thing. Even if he did tease him a little… Okay but even then they haven’t really had much bonding since then. I suppose it’s possible if Keith was feeling particularly vulnerable and whatever. But… Would Hunk really bother Keith to make a vlog? and would Keith ask Hunk to help with a vlog?
It doesn’t really seem in character. Yes, they’re closer but still… not close enough.
So that leaves Shiro and Lance. First, lets look at why I don’t think it’s Shiro.
As we know Shiro is someone Keith looks up to. He’s always extremely respectful towards him and it shows in his facial expressions and way of speaking.
but then look at this;
Thats not a face Keith would make at Shiro.
You know who he does make faces like that at?
L A N C E
So lets think about this. Does Lance have the tech know how? Well he’s always stealing Pidge’s shit so I’mma go ahead and say, yeah to that one. Allura seems equally technically inclined as Lance, so seeming she has no trouble with it that makes sense.
And even if Keith didn’t ask Lance to help him with his vlog, you know what does seem Lance like? Suggesting Keith makes a vlog.
So lets asume here, for a moment that Lance knows about Keith’s abandonment issues. That would explain why he looks so worried in the screenshot from before, right? He knows Keith is feeling rejected by his team and he knows that Keith’s behaviour has changed since he started working more with the blade.
But while they got closer in season 3, and Lance has a better understanding of Keith now, I also think Keith was eager to put some distance between them after that outburst. So he starts working with the blade a lot, right? Meaning Lance hardly sees him.
So they take a few steps back in their friendship.
And then Kolivan calls Keith to a mission that they all know will be dangerous and look at Lance’s face.
Yes, you could read it as Lance not wanting his spotlight gone BUT remember that Lance isn’t as shallow as he seems at first glance. He’s not the loverboy he pretends to be and few realise it, but he masks a lot of his emotions.
Yes, Lance thrives on attention. But do you really think that he would prioritise a show over a mission that could give them a great boost in power? No, this isn’t about the show, this goes deeper. He’s worried. He’s worried about Keith.
He doesn’t want him to go. He needs him around. But he cant tell him that. Especially not in front of everyone.
So what does Lance do?
He makes a stupid argument, its not much, but it’s all he’s got. “We can’t razzle dazzle the crowd with four lions.” We need you, I need you. Thats what he’s trying to say.
And Keith refuses.
So Lance has that same expression. He’s looking at Shiro in dissbelief this time because he can’t believe he’s letting him go.
So what we’ve established thus far is the following;
-Lance definitely feels closer to Keith than he used to. -Lance was probably there during Keith’s vlog. -Lance isn’t as straight forward as people think he is. -There’s probably some distance between them right now. -Lance has noticed Keith’s change in behaviour.
So with all that in mind, do you really think Lance doesn’t see that Keith is in a bad place. He knows something is up. He can feel Keith pulling and he’s trying to tell him that they need him around but he doesn’t know how to say it. And then… then Keith tells them he’s leaving.
yeah, everyone looks sad, but look at Lance. He looks deep in thought. What do you think he’s thinking? He just realised he lost Keith. And he gets it. Suddenly it all makes sense. Keith more or less reforced the bond between Black and Shiro and he was acting strange, showing up late. This is what’s been up with Keith and Lance finally figure out that this whole time, he was losing Keith.
But he gives it one last try.
Who am I going to make fun of?
It’s so much more than a playfull jab. Think about it. Really think about it.
Here’s the Soulmate!AU collab@rickandmortygetschwifty and I did together! :) It was so awesome to work on this with you; you’re so amazing <3
Please, read @rickandmortygetschwifty ‘s part of the collab right here, under the cut!! (The comic will make more sense, after you’ve read it) Prepare to weep! The fic is long and heart-wrenchingly beautiful!!
For longer than you’ve known, you never truly understood
what a soulmate was.
Your first memory was of your mother hovering over you,
inspecting the reddening bruise that was blossoming over your knee. She was
looking over at you in disapproval, tutting as she tried to hush your sobs.You
couldn’t help the tears that ran down your cheeks as you cradled your leg and
begged your mother to make it stop hurting.The pain you felt was unlike
anything you experienced before. And so you cried and cried, hoping that your
screams would drown out the unpleasant sensations.
Your mother simply picked you up, whispering sweet things
into your ear as she bandaged you up.
“Oh, you poor little thing,” she cooed, flicking you
playfully on the nose. “Rick, you need to be more careful, or you’ll make your
soulmate sad too.
WARNINGS: This story is really gross and/or horrifying but also hilarious imho. Your health always comes first, so mind the tags: Violence, Cannibalism Mention, Suicidal Ideation, Feces, Sleep Deprivation, Airplanes, I generally had a really bad time but now it’s hysterical. Most of the story is under the cut because it’s eight miles long.
In August of 2009 I flew back to Honolulu to do my sophomore year of college with the intention of entering 400-level german. What happened instead is the closest I’ve ever come to personally dying or actually murdering someone.
The problem started the day before my flight, when I attended a birthday party for a very dear cousin in Denver, and due to be in 1 of 2 adults present, ended up driving a bunch of teenagers home and didn’t get home until 12:30 that night. Oh well, my flight’s at 6AM anyway, I’ll just stay up. I can sleep on the plane, I thought, like a complete fucking fool.
Pinned between the door and his girlfriend’s lovely figure, he felt himself growing hot and dizzy under her kisses. Yet he refrained from crying out her name, or for taking it any further. It wasn’t exactly the best situation to do anything besides make out and desperately wish they were somewhere more private.
“So did you lure me here to make sweet music, my lady?” he teased, referring to their new hiding spot in the music cupboard, in between short gasps for air as Marinette trailed hot kisses down his jawline.
Marinette nibbled his neck in response, giggling as she did so. “You’re impossible. To pun even when an awesome girl is kissing you.” Standing on her tiptoes, she reached up and kissed his nose. “And I did not lure you here. You followed me!”
“You started it,” Adrien teased, playing with a loose lock of hair at the side of her face. “You can’t walk past me giving me bedroom eyes-”
“- Yup! Bedroom eyes. Can’t use them and not expect me to follow you.”
Marinette rolled her eyes, wiggling out of his grasp to search the cupboard for whatever it was Nino had asked her to grab. At least, that’s what Adrien assumed she was here for. Why else would a fashion student go to the music department of their university? “A- I did not use bedroom eyes, and B- you know that’s only about eighty-three percent stalkery of you, right?”
Adrien ducked after her, half-chasing her around a dusty shelf filled with handheld drums. Grinning from ear to ear, he caught her waist, pulling her flush against him. “Only eight-three percent? I need to up my game. You doing anything tonight? Mind if this poor stray follows you home?”
“God it’s a good thing you’re pretty,” Marinette sighed, but the falseness of her exasperation was given away by the smirk on her lips and the spark of mirth in her eyes. Adrien’s heart skipped a beat. “I don’t think I could stand it if you weren’t.”
“I knew you only liked me for my body,” Adrien gasped, flopping down onto her shoulder and letting out a huge fake sob. “Such betrayal, love bug! My heart can’t take it!”
“You’ll live,” Marinette snorted in response, patting him on the head. “Or maybe you won’t. But if you survive then sure, you’re welcome to stalk- I mean- walk me home.”
Lifting up his head, Adrien smiled. Leaning his forehead against hers, he let himself rest there for a moment. Sensing his change of mood, Marinette sighed in contentment. Her smirk turned into a small smile, the last thing Adrien saw before he closed his eyes and let himself relax.
There were times where he felt like this wasn’t real, that he’d not been so lucky as to find his best friend and love of his life wrapped up in one wonderful person. Truthfully, he feared it. The happiness he felt seemed almost like it wasn’t meant to last, like clouds after a rainstorm, just before the sun was about to reappear. He clung to moments such as these, how quickly they could go from heated to teasing to loving. He had to. Everything about his past suggested that it wasn’t going to last.
But then Marinette would do something to remind him that he wasn’t his past. Things that seemed so simple, but were everything to him. Things that made him remember that the moments weren’t fleeting. Things like reaching up to take her hands in his, pulling them to her lips and whispering a fond “I love you,” to make him remember that it was real. That his past was his past, and they could make their future whatever they wanted it to be.
Adrien loved moments like this. Stolen moments he could lock away in his mind, to repeat over and over again until they were as much a part of him as his lungs or his heart.
But what Adrien really loved the most, was the fact that Marinette was such a good partner in crime. Stealing those moments right along with him.
Although, judging from the fact that they were superheroes, he thought he ought to get a better analogy. He made a mental note to do so when he wasn’t so utterly distracted by the girl in his arms.
“I love you too,” he whispered, pouring every bit of emotion he had into the look he sent her way. “And you’re giving me bedroom eyes again.”
“Not again.” Marinette pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his shoulder, her eyes heavy. “Just for the first time.”
It was as Adrien was preparing for another one of their stolen moments that three large knocks reverberated from the music room door. Marinette squeaked, leaping away from Adrien whilst Adrien tried to wipe the lipstick off of his face.
“DUDES” Nino’s voice echoed through the closed door. He did not sound pleased. “CAN YOU STOP TRYING TO MAKE BABIES FOR FIVE FREAKING MINUTES AND GET ME MY DAMN SPARE GUITAR STRINGS? I HAVE AN EXAM IN LIKE A HALF HOUR!”
Marinette turned a delightful shade of pink, though she didn’t try to deny Nino’s accusations. Quickly snatching the strings she’d offered to get for him, she walked over to the door and opened it with a sheepish smile. “Sorry Nino.”
Nino raised his eyebrow. Looking between the pair, he shook his head but thanked Marinette for the strings nonetheless. “‘Kay,” he shrugged, offering a little salute. “As you were.”
As he closed the door behind him, leaving Adrien and Marinette alone, Adrien couldn’t help but chuckle. “And here I was thinking Nino stole our stolen moment!”
Marinette buried her head in her hands, the tips of her ears red enough to rival her ladybug suit.
A surprise oneshot from mine and @edendaphne‘s reverse love square college au When Duty and Desire Meet- which you can read on AO3!This is a look into what their lives might be like post reveal but who knows if the main plot will go in this direction or not? *evil cackle* ;D
do you have any stranger things/it crossover headcanons?
- bev would befriend el without hesitation. she’d think she was the most precious thing on earth
- okay but mike and dustin would be best friends? like mike would tell dustin about derry’s history and dustin would just talk about all the weird shit that happens in hawkins
- eddie and will friendship, my two smol beans
- richie and mike not getting along because richie keeps cracking jokes at his bowl cut or saying nancy is hot and mike just not taking this kid’s shit
- lucas and stan gushing over bird watching and D&D
- joyce would become bev’s mother figure fight me on this
- and hopper would basically become bill and georgie’s father figure
- eleven staring at richie sometimes because he looks so much like mike and richie just winking at her to make her blush
- eddie loves that he and eleven looks so similar when she grows her hair out, plus he enjoys how quiet she is and that she’s so curious about all his medication and his cast
- “your arm? whats wrong with it?”
- “its a long story, el”
- richie nicknaming eleven ‘ellie’ because it rhymes with ‘eddie’ and mike is fuming over that because she loves it now
- nancy having to put up with richie flirting with her 24/7
- ‘what’s cookin, good lookin?’
- ‘mike, get your twin away from me!’
- ben and jonathan are both into photography and they basically become joined at the hip and jonathan takes ben to the school’s photo studio and all the picturesque places in hawkins
- looks like babysitter steve has 7 more children to take care of
- max and bev are basically sisters the moment they meet because they’re both tom boys, plus they both fawn over each other’s hair
- bill and mike would be best buds too, they’re basically the same person
- will having to put up with richie’s flirting as well, just because it pisses mike off to no end
- ben and dustin bromance
- mike and mike both making everyone fucking confused because of their names
- ‘hey, mike?’
- ‘yeah?’ ‘yeah?’
- steve would basically pull his hair out having to deal with mike and richie’s constant bickering, dustin and stan’s heated arguments over D&D lore, max, bev and eleven teaming up and pranking the others, eddie and will ignoring the others and going into the corner to draw together, mike, bill and ben all giving different (and ridicilous) advice to lucas on how to ask max out on a date
- dustin would tell the losers about max’s high score on dig dug and you can bet your ass richie bet her everything he had that he would beat her
- he didnt, and he lost $15 to lucas
- jonathan and nancy babysit georgie together and they basically turn into his adoptive parents they’re so good with him
- the losers take the stranger kids to the quarry and they all take turns jumping in together, eleven shows off her powers by making loser mike float, she also splashes richie whenever he goes too far with teasing her mike
- swear down stan develops a little crush on mike because he looks like richie but acts like bill and he’s a goner
- they all have a huge sleepover in mike’s basement and richie and mike end up bonding over star wars and they soon become best fucking friends and talk about el and eddie until dawn because they’re both so in love
Are You Going To Be An Overprotective Baby Brother?
Pairing: Steve x Henderson!reader
Request:Could you do a Steve Harrington imagine of being Dustin’s older sister and prior to the monsters you ignored Steve even though he always tried to flirt because you’re pretty and smart but you’re also snarky and friends with Nancy and Jonathan and BFFs with Dustin and all his friends love you and post monsters with Dustin and Steve’s bromance you start to be friends with him and Dustin notices he likes you and gives Steve a overprotective baby brother speech? You can decide if he makes a move
Warnings: fluff, a few swear words
A/N: Omg I love this prompt so much! Also, I have a requested El x reader coming out sometime in the next few days :)
A/N: So my Soulmate AU writing extravaganza begins with Loki, my MCU husband. I’ll probably end up writing these Soulmate AUs to be a little longer. This was a request for @bi-pie67 for 7. Your internal voice is the voice of your soulmate’s, rather than your own.
“Are you sure bringing Loki back to the Tower is a good idea?” You asked Thor dubiously. Steve seemed to reflect your sentiment, looking just as doubtful.
“I assure you, Loki will not get into any trouble,” Thor said. “He seems to have had a change of heart, and my father has ensured that he will be unable to use magic while here, at least until we are sure he is trustworthy.”
“I’m going to trust you on this, Point Break,” Tony said. “But if he destroys my tower again, I won’t be happy.”
“I am certain Loki will do no such thing,” Thor said. “I shall bring him here tomorrow, is that okay?” Everyone shrugged, still looking uneasy with the whole idea, though nobody raised any objection to that. “Marvelous! He shall be here tomorrow, then.”
Clint snorted. Out of everyone, he was, understandably, the least excited. “Can’t wait.”
You hadn’t actually been around for the whole Loki debacle, and admittedly you were a little curious to meet Thor’s brother. Some rather colorful tales had been told by the rest of the Avengers about Thor’s ‘crazy adopted brother’, but you wanted to find out for yourself. Plus, as someone who was still waiting to find their soulmate, there was always the little ‘what if it’s him’ in the back of your mind. Your soulmate, at least from what you always heard in your internal voice, sounded British… almost. You couldn’t put your finger on the accent, but it was similar to Thor’s.
“Up and at ‘em, sunshine!” Tony’s voice came over the speakers in the tower the following morning. “Good ol’ Reindeer Games will be here today, so we gotta make sure everyone is ready. You know, just in case he goes rabid reindeer on our asses. That’s all. Over and out.”
Groaning, you rolled out of bed, pulling on some presentable clothes and making sure you were ready to meet Thor and Loki. Thor had informed everyone that he would arrive around noon, giving everyone ample time to get ready. You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing a cup of coffee that Steve had made and sitting at the table.
“Sleep okay?” Steve asked, glancing up from his own cup.
“Yeah,” You nodded. “Thanks for the coffee.”
“No problem. What do you think about Loki coming to stay here?” He asked you.
You shrugged. “Well, I’ve never met the guy, so it’s hard to say. Wary, but curious.”
“All I can say is, don’t get your hopes up too high,” He said with a snort. “I don’t trust the guy.”
Requested by:@s-e-x-l-o-s-t (
you should really write an imagine where a reader is friends with steve and the kids and in that scene where steve gets out of the bus to confront the demo-dogs one of them attacks him but the reader gets the nail bat and kick the hell out of it and the kids are like omg wtf the demo-dogs go away and steve just kisses the reader, sorry this is so long, you’re writing is incredibly good!)
Summary: You weren’t expecting to spend your evening with a bunch of middle schoolers, and Steve Harrington in the middle of a junkyard, fighting yet another demogorgon. Or demogorgons.
Word Count: 2000+
Warnings: few curse words here and there and some smooching ofc
Note: I changed the scene up a little and made her attacking the demo-dog on the bus! It’s still basically the same!! I hope you like it :))
HELLA Spoilers for Season 2!!
You were planning on spending today in doors, either drawing or studying, not in the back of Steve Harrington’s car with a middle schooler in the front giving you mad attitude while telling you this story of how this demon-slug he found Halloween night turned into a demogorgon and ate his cat. Then escaped the cellar he locked it in by digging through the ground.
“Are you kidding me?” you asked, staring at Dustin with complete bewilderment, “It ate Mews!?” you frowned now, Dustin nodded, and you pouted slightly, “That’s fucked up, your mom came over crying about if we’ve seen Mews the other day!” you pointed, Dustin sighed.
“I know, I know- but I can’t exactly tell her that some demogorgon ate her cat now can I?”
You scowled at him, shaking your head and then looked to Steve, “So what’s the plan?”
Steve shrugged, “We’re going to lure it somewhere secluded and kick it’s ass- you know like last time,” he answered nonchalantly, “You’re here because for some reason you’re really good at gameplans…”
“Yeah, so like last time eh? Set up a trap? I’m not going to cut myself again like I did with Nance and Jonat-”
“No-no, Dart is attracted by raw meat,” Dustin cut you off, you turned to him.
“Who the hell is Dart?”
Dustin rolled his eyes like you were too slow of a thinker for him, “Dart is his name, (y/n)! But that doesn’t matter- what matters is that he grew, and now it’s roaming free and we have to kill him before he kills, so if the next thing you say isn’t how we are going to do it, then don’t talk at all!” Steve turned to Dustin like he was about to scold him or something.
You glared at the kid.
“First up, don’t talk to me like that you little dweeb, and second- it’s clear we have to get a bunch of meat and make a trail- it’s smart, but not that smart because it’ll follow,” you said, leaning back and digging through your bag, “Then we get gas like last time and-” you flicked the lighter in your hand up, Steve glancing at you through the rearview mirror, “and light it’s ass on fire,”
“And where will we get that much meat?”
“Oh you know we’ll just find it lying around- hey maybe we’ll skin and gut a cow, Dustin! It’ll be a fun experie-”
Dustin was about to clap back at you before Steve told you both to shut the hell up.
“Obviously we have to buy meat, and you-” He pointed Dustin,”Stop talking to her like she’s some kind of idiot, she fought one before, so she knows what the hell she’s doing,”
You crossed your arms all smug.
Dustin just simply turned away, saying something under his breath about ‘she didn’t really fight it’. Steve turned back at you, winking, you offered a smile before looking down at your feet. In a way Dustin was right, you didn’t really fight it, but you did help Nancy and Jonathan plan how to trap it.
You let out a sigh. Just an hour earlier, Steve had showed up at your house, telling you to put on your shoes and jacket because he needed your help. You, of course not wanting to pass up another opportunity to hang out with Steve, agreed. That was before you saw Dustin, looking impatient in the front seat of his car and were told you were going to fight another demogorgon.
You huffed slightly, and rubbed your forehead. You really, really didn’t want to do this, you thought you’d never have to ever see one of those things again.